Sometimes when it's cold and dark and raining and raining and raining, it's good to be reminded that even the cold and the rain are to be cherished.
One of the reason I love the poems of Edward Thomas is that he notices small ordinary things.
And then he shows us their glory.
|TALL nettles cover up, as they have done|
|These many springs, the rusty harrow, the plough|
|Long worn out, and the roller made of stone:|
|Only the elm butt tops the nettles now.|
|This corner of the farmyard I like most:||5|
|As well as any bloom upon a flower|
|I like the dust on the nettles, never lost|
|Except to prove the sweetness of a shower.|
Photo: Les Harvey
Word To Use Today: nettle. This word has hardly changed in a thousand years. In Old English it was netele.